Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 20

Iwa-chan slipped back into his clothes from yesterday. "Uhg, this is kind of gross," he said, looking down at himself.

Oikawa grinned deviously, "Don't worry, I'm here to make the walk of shame with you."

Iwa-chan shot him a dirty look.

Then he was slipping into his coat, and he snickered.

"Eh?" Oikawa asked, "What are you making noises at?"

Iwa-chan turned his attention to Oikawa with the biggest smirk Oikawa had ever seen on him, "I was just thinking about how clean my coat smelled, and then I remembered why." Iwaizumi started chuckling against his sleeve.

Oikawa turned pink and slapped his shoulder, "Hey! I told you the truth, don't make fun of me!"

Iwa-chan turned to him, eyes still bright, "It occurs to me that you getting cum on coats is slowly becoming a habit."

"Shut up!" Oikawa wailed, shaking his hands in the air.

"Alright alright," Iwaizumi said, opening the door.

"You took a cab here last night right?" Oikawa asked as he moved through the doorway and turned to close it behind him.

"Yeah..." Iwa-chan answered, "I don't have a car, actually."

"I can drive us around today," Oikawa offered brightly.

Iwa-chan looked at him, something unreadable passing behind his eyes.

Oikawa tipped his head as he locked the door behind him, "Or is that no good?"

Iwa-chan seemed to consider something, eyes floating off in a different direction. "Err... no, that's fine."

Oikawa furrowed his brow, but didn't question it any further.

Once at Iwa-chan's apartment complex, Iwa-chan turned to glance at him, "Is it alright if I take a quick shower?"

Oikawa had before they left his apartment, "Of course," he answered, then with a smirk, "Would you like me to join you?"

Iwa-chan turned his eyes to him with a more serious expression than Oikawa was expecting, "If you joined me then it couldn't be quick."

Oikawa's mouth went dry as he watched Iwa-chan turn and enter the bathroom.

Oikawa was tooling around his apartment, poking at his tiny DVD collection and taking in the much larger stock of cds. His fingers slid across the spines, "Rock, rock, rock, metal, metal, rock..." Oikawa mumbled.

Then he heard the shower shut off and glanced at the clock.

"Oh," Oikawa chirped to himself, "quick indeed."

Iwa-chan exited the bathroom with a towel cinched around his hips, "I'll be ready in a minute," he called to Oikawa without even bothering to see what he was doing.

Which was good, because he was staring.

They left soon after, Oikawa taking note of how jealous he was that Iwa-chan could get ready and look so good with such little prep time.

"What do you feel like?" Iwa-chan asked, leaving the apartment and walking slightly ahead of Oikawa.

"Ramen!" Oikawa said without hesitation.

"Mm, good," Iwa-chan responded, "that sounds perfect."

They ate at Oikawa's favorite ramen shop, which was pretty full because of the weekend. Oikawa bumped his knees against Iwa-chan's, tapped his foot with his toe, and occasionally got kicked for being "gaudy." But Iwa-chan seemed happy, and he got this disturbingly cute look on his face when he was concentrating on slurping his noodles without throwing broth all over the place.

Oikawa found himself laughing a lot, and Iwa-chan was keen on shooting him dirty looks, but he looked amused beyond all things, so Oikawa didn't mind.

Iwa-chan leaned back against his seat once he had finished, eyes scanning the ramen shop with keen interest.

"What's up Iwa-chan?" Oikawa piped up as he trapped his miso egg between his chopsticks.

"Hm?" Iwa-chan asked, turned his gaze back toward Oikawa. Oikawa realized he had seemed different today, like his face was brighter and his hands were fidgeting more and...

Ah. Iwa-chan hadn't had a cigarette since before he came over last night.

"You look like you're thinking really hard about something," Oikawa said, shoving an entire half of the egg in his mouth at once.

"Oh," Iwa-chan responded, eyes grazing over the other faces in the restaurant, "I was just thinking that this must be how it feels to actually go out on a weekend."

Oikawa paused, lowering his chopsticks as he stared at Iwa-chan's expression. Before he could formulate any sort of response Iwa-chan was looking at him again.

"How's your ramen?"

Oikawa smiled, "Perfection."

"Ah, that's good," Iwa-chan said, looking pleased, "mine was great as well. I can't believe I hadn't been to this one before."

Oikawa swirled his chopsticks in the air, "Well they're all over. But luckily you have me and my refined tastes to guide you."

"Oh, you have refined tastes now," Iwa-chan taunted.

Oikawa brought his eyes to Iwa-chan's and stared at him for a long moment. Then he dropped them back to his bowl and pinched a potato slice between his chopsticks, "Yes," Oikawa answered, "I do."